In a world of sorrow and sadness all I can do is Cry Tears that will never be dried. All I have is my soul, my heart, and my voice. My voice that can never be heard. Here I am a Blind woman in the halls of the deaf. No one can hear me, just As I can not see them. I can not see there hopes and dreams and they can not see mine. My heart locked away for none to see, never to love another living being. My soul, slowly fading away to nothing. Watch, as it slowly becomes dust in the wind, circling you making you feel my pain as it makes you cry as it touches your eyes. All waters lead to the Ocean. There are no secrets that will go unknown. All you words, Hopes, Dreams, and thoughts die on your lips. Once spoken they turn to ash. But there is always a slim chance that these Hopes, dreams, and thoughts will rise from the ashes and be reborn such as the Fire Bird, The Phoenix.
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[.Beautiful Lies.] · Sun Aug 28, 2005 @ 07:18am · 0 Comments |